Lin Zhonghou felt inexplicably better.

Once a person relaxes, he is prone to sleepiness.

After being exhausted, a feeling of fatigue hit my heart.

After burning the paper man, Lin Zhonghou went into the exclusive class room, locked the doors and windows tightly, checked them over and over again, then he fell onto the bed and burped his head and fell asleep.

This sleep, I slept until dusk fell, and the Soul-Suppressing Department fell.

"Why is it dark?"

Lin Zhonghou, who was sleeping until he was hazy, rubbed his eyes and crawled up, sat on the edge of the bed for a while, and then he went to the table to get the fire stick and light the oil lamp.

The sound of the fire chubby sounding.

On Lin Zhonghou's face, as the light and shadow of Hu Liang suddenly appeared, he looked extremely tired.

Huhuhuhuhuhu.

Huhuhuhuhu...

As Lin Zhonghou blew, he paused back and shouted, "Who?"

No movement for a long time.

Lin Zhonghou carefully raised the fire rum and turned around, but did not see any abnormality.

He was a little panicked inside and rushed to the wick of the oil lamp.

The orange beans gradually ignited.

Lin Zhonghou's heart was also filled with light.

Huhuhuhuhu...

The sound of blowing the fire fold.

The orange bean light had just risen and suddenly faded.

Lin Zhonghou's hair was standing upside down, and a chill ran out of his head and passed through his spine and penetrated his feet.

He didn't blow the fire just now, so where can he start with the sound of this whirring sound?

The fire extinguishes and stops.

There was silence around.

The dim environment, unknown fear, and the frightened during the day erupted again.

Lin Zhonghou was trembling and breathing heavily, and he didn't dare to breathe loudly, but his depressed voice was infinitely amplified in his ears.

Marquis Lin Zhong was frightened by his own breathing sound.

There is only one thought in his mind, that is, light the light. In the dark environment, fear will extend infinitely, and places that are difficult to reach in sight are full of unknown fears. Only by lighting the light can the darkness be dispelled.

The Marquis of Linzhong whistled, and the fire broke again.

He trembled his hands, and used his left hand to steer his right wrist, which was shaking to the sieve bran, and trembled to extend the fire fold towards the wick.

The orange light lit up again.

Huhuhuhuhu...

The voice that did not belong to Lin Zhonghou rang out again, and the light that was half lit was turned off again.

Lin Zhonghou seemed to be scared and numb.

He had a blue face, sweating all over, and almost madly blew the fire note to light the lamp.

Huhuhuhuhu...

Huhuhuhuhu...

Lin Zhonghou lit it once, and the light went out again.

I don't know how many repetitions I've experienced.

A faint sound rang slowly, as if it was a sound of something plaguing, holding it.

"I can't click it, I'll help you."

Lin Zhonghou's hand was empty, and the fire broke away.

The oil lamp wick in front of him was sputtering oil from Mars.

The orange lights lit up, and with a sniffle, the orange soared and turned into a dark blue light.

The lights were on, and the room was covered in dark blue.

Lin Zhonghou's stunned face was covered in dark blue, full of horror.

A piece of paper burned with holes came to Lin Zhonghou and said in a vague voice: "If we burn our bodies, we will repay them with your bodies."

In the blue class room, more and more broken paper people, paper horses, paper cars, paper rooms... emerged.

They wrapped Lin Zhonghou layer by layer.

Lin Zhonghou had his face, hands and feet wrapped tightly.

The mouth, nose, eyes, ears... wherever there is a gap, I was drilled into it by broken strips of paper.

Like a loach, he drilled in and kept drilling around.

Marquis Lin Zhong didn't even make a sound.

He couldn't send it.

When the paper man said, "If we burn our bodies, we will repay them with your bodies", he was scared to death.

In a moment.

The paper man faded away like a tide from Lin Zhonghou's body.

Apart from his eyes turning into white pupils, Lin Zhonghou looked nothing unusual on his face.

Apart from.

The tight meridians, wide eyes, and wide mouth have become chicken feet due to cramps.

It can be seen how terrifying the situation of death was in his lifetime.

The paper man retreated.

Turned into pieces of lifeless confetti, flying in the wind.

Hidden into the night sky.

Hidden into every corner of the Soul-Suppressing Division.

Just like this paper, it is simply paper and has no other meaning.

Lin Zhonghou’s exclusive class room.

The dark blue lights flashed, and with a sniffle, the wicks exploded like fried beans, splashing out bunches of oil stars.

The blue flames whirled the strange smiling face, pulled out a twisted curve, and gradually turned into orange.

The environment of the class room is like a transformation from one time and space to another.

Become full of warmth.

Become more like a place in the world.

Apart from.

Lin Zhonghou, who stood like a sculpture, was frightened into a dead body.

Is paper man a monster?

no.

So there was no movement in the mirror.

Does a paper man have a soul?

No.

So the Soul-Suppressing Monument was not noticed.

The weirdness in the class room did not cause any trouble.

Even the big tongue doesn't know.

It's not that it can't detect it.

It is at this moment, not in the soul well.

It is in the underworld.

In the underworld.

Talk to the Yin Candle Lord who is abide by the coffin.

"Times change and worlds change, and those who gain great power will live forever."
To be continued...